C70 Love You

She was like a bird, hitting the muzzle of a hunter. She wanted to go over and beg for mercy. Don't point the gun at me. I still wanted to fly, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that if she walked over... The hunter opened fire. At that moment, the sunset was hanging on a small building not far from the window. A large patch of red, like an extra-large blood umbilical orange. With a knife